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My husband tells me I am a makebate. So, what's wrong with that? I love to write. I have 2 great kids and 1 grandson. I'd love to say I am "retired" but really, who retires from life? Shoot me a question, comment, rant or rave. They are all welcome here. Love dogs, my family, and most of all, debate. Pro NRA, conservative and a right wing lady.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Recent headlines have left some groups whirling in a dirty dust pile. All the colors of the rainbow have been brought to the forefront of the human gene pool. You can be black. You can be white. Hispanic, Asian, etc. You can be half, or a 1/3, 1/4. To hear some media outlets describe race, it sounds like a recipe for baking an upside down pineapple cake with chocolate frosting and whip cream. Ludicrous.

The way I see it, liberal media spends far too much time poking a stick in the race card. It's as if a small child, with a sharp stick, is prodding and poking at a very ripe, and very dead carcass The carcass in this case being America. An America as we knew it was. As a whole, we humans haven't evolved completely.

News stories report that a dozen or so black teens were murdered in Chicago during the course of the Zimmerman trial. Where was the outrage and media coverage for those kids? Did Sharpton and Jackson suddenly become deaf mutes? Ignoring the obvious facts that crime exists on a constant basis; that statistics from the FBI show proof that 91% of homicides upon blacks were executed by other blacks, doesn't make for happy race baiting fodder. Sharpton and other race baiters mock and ridicule their own race by ignoring those facts. Perhaps race baiters garner some sort of macabre personal gratification by pontificating on the nonsense of alleged racial inequality within the borders of America.

Sure, it's easy for me, a white woman, to point a finger at the race baiters and easily see through their thin veils, and realize they are serving only their best interests. Where was the outrage of liberal media, liberal leaders, race baiters, etc when O.J. Simpson got off vis-à-vis "jury nullification"? Don't hide in the shadows and imagine or pretend for one moment that Simpson wasn't guilty as sin in the heinous murders of Brown-Simpson and Goldman. All evidence pointed in that direction.

My mother recently said to me..."You don't need to be so outspoken. Sometimes it's better to sit quietly"... Ah, Mother. I'm not a radical by any means, but when I see something that is wrong, I am going to say something. I'm not a sideline kind of girl. I'm not a pick a fight kind of gal, either.

I often wonder about blacks, and their choices of role models. There are so many positive, wonderful blacks who have excelled in society, government, medicine, music and history. If I can, as a white woman, see all these incredible attributes, why then do the youth of today pivot towards the negative? Is it a lack of higher education, or the absence of a male father figure in their upbringing? Is it the drug scene, and the money, bling, cars and women?

What it would it be like if race baiters switched bait, and started tossing a line out to the positive role models that exist in abundance? Why not promote education, staying in school, defying the false enticements of the drug scene? Why do race baiters dangle victim bait in front of the kids who have yet to form solid opinions, and push them into the belief system that society as a whole "owes" them something? What about the positive notion that hard work does pay off. That being a moral, decent person is something to be proud of?

The tackle box is full of bait, but sadly, and at the expense of today's floundering youth, the likes of the Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton and liberal media are hooking our children, and then tossing them back out into a sea of troubles.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

So, ..................a huge sigh. I've been thinking about animals. Our move to the country has been enlightening to say the least. I have no television, cable reception, and my phone gets Internet, but it drains the battery, and I have failed to master pecking out messages on a tiny keyboard.
Every morning, I drive 8 miles to a local grocery, café, etc to plug into an outlet and get my addiction. It's brutal.

Without modern technology, I have been blessed with an abundance of time to enjoy nature in all its glory. I take the time to listen the birds, or the sound of the wind as it passes through the tall grass. It's mesmerizing. Deer amble through the hayfield. Other small creatures make their way through adjacent fields, and the river gives passage to the trout and all life in the small piece of heaven we reside on. The wilds of the Rocky Mountains go on about their lives all around us. We are but a tiny, almost invisible spec of pollen in the big picture.

I look at the animals and what they must endure to ensure their survival. They are tough. If roads, cars and hunters weren't a daily source of turmoil, animals are part of the huge cycle of life. Eat, or be eaten. They are smart. They survive against odds that mankind can't even begin to fathom.

And now we come to the segment of "angry rioters". Some refer to the rioters, acting like goons as animals. I believe that is an insult to animals. Goons destroying property. Goons on the freeway. Goons rioting. All because the justice system worked. A jury found Zimmerman not guilty on the charges brought forth by the State of Florida. Color seems to fall into everything nowadays. Its repugnant, stale and nauseating. Get over it all ready.

I watch the animals in the fields. I see the wind rush through the cottonwoods. Today, a warm sunny day in the Rocky Mountains, I am once again reminded at the terrors and dangerous obstacles the animal kingdom must face. A dead deer on the side of the road, victim to a car. I sigh at the realization that animals face far greater troubles than an idiotic goon rioting on Interstate 10 in Southern California.

"...With carved bird, saint, and suns the wrackspiked maiden mouthLops, as a bush plumed with flames, the rant of the fierce eye,Clips short the gesture of breath.Die in red feathers when the flying heaven's cut,And roll with the knocked earth:Lie dry, rest robbed, my beast.You have kicked from a dark den, leaped up the whinnying light,And dug your grave in my breast."

Friday, July 12, 2013

I swore to myself that I would not touch the race card with a ten foot pole! But, today I read that CNN has taken to referring to George Zimmerman as a "white Hispanic". With that said, the flood gates have opened and all bets are off.A few weeks ago, I blogged about the colors in a crayon box. Being raised by socially liberal, Democratic parents, colors were for drawing. We did not cast labels on human beings. A person was judged by the "...context of their character..."(MLK's famous speech) and that was it. Justice is blind? Really? It appears that someone paid for Ms. Justice to get Lasik surgery, because she seems to be very, very keen on the color of defendants lately. Maybe CNN and heavy breather Chris Matthews took up a collection for blind as a bat, Ms. Justice.I was very shocked to learn that whites can also be referred to as "creepy white ass crackers". Maybe Nabisco can produce a line of these tasty little snacks. The racially charged slang's that are pummeled at whites, Caucasians, homeys, crackers, etc... seem to bounce right off them. They are, after all, just words. What did mom & dad teach us? "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."I'm not implying that slavery was not a wretched, horrible part of history. BUT, so was the extermination of the Jews under Hitler, the genocide performed by Pol Pot, the massacres of the Tutsi and Hutus, the mass exodus of running, killing and forcing the Americas FIRST people off their lands and onto to barren reservations, straight towards poverty, alcoholism and oblivion.... (the Native American Indian). So, thus far, in all those evil encrusted acts, one thing is true and accurate. There was a rainbow of colors being slaughtered."I was born and raised a poor black child"...the famous one liner from Steve Martin's, "The Jerk" was funny when the movie debuted, and after watching it in reruns, it's still funny. But, how many will see it as a heavy duty, subliminal racist sling? I was born a white girl in southern California. I knew there were different shades of colors, but never paid attention to it. I had and still have friends of all shapes, sizes, colors and religious backgrounds. I don't look at people through rose colored glasses. I see just fine with the specs I have on. Perhaps, as a white woman, I was the only one paying attention to MLK when he gave his famous speech on context of character.So, here we are, on the cusp of yet another racially charged case of black vs. creepy white ass cracker. The main problem with this is that George Zimmerman is a Hispanic male. The media has played the trial, ad nausea, even "pausing" for commercials. Interestingly enough, I've yet to see an ad from Keebler Cookies for creepy white ass crackers. We've heard the experts analyzing the case from every angle. What if, what if, what if? In the long run, all I've seen and heard is evidence that supports Zimmerman's report that he was assaulted and battered by Martin, and that Zimmerman acted in self defense. Was Zimmerman a bit of a cop wanna-be? Probably? Could he have been a bit over zealous in his neighborhood watch routine? Yes. But... this trial isn't about that. It's a case of self defense.We read in the headlines how the Sanford P.D. and the state of Florida are gearing up for possible riots when the verdict is announced. Suddenly, I am looking through my car window, caught in heavy rush hour traffic, on the Hollywood Freeway, after leaving work early. No one in their mind wanted to be caught in the mid-Wilshire district after those verdicts were read - Rodney King. What about the poor fellow, Reginald Denny, who on April 29, 1992, was minding his own business, driving a truck through south central L.A. on Normandie when:

What does this story say? Does our system of justice allow for riots if groups feel slighted when things don't go as they want? Are we really a society that needs to prepare for riots if a "white Hispanic" is found not guilty of second degree murder of a "hoodied" black kid? Is this what Martin Luther King and civil rights founding leader Medgar Evans were about? History would say no. The 1963 assassination of Evans, outside his house, in front of his family was key in churning the hatred of blacks and white. Although it took almost 30 years for justice to prevail, Byron de la Beckwith was caught, tried, found guilty, and ultimately died in prison. Justice was served. The former KKK member is probably enjoying some sauna time in hell. So, why, if a white jury can find Beckwith guilty of a racially charged murder, in the deep south of 1963 - why can't we have the faith to look towards JUSTICE and rely upon her to do the same in 2013?

Monday, July 1, 2013

June 30, 2013. The Inferno raged, and 19 brave souls left this world. GOD loves the firefighter. He admires their bravery. The heart of a firefighter beats eternally through the brothers and sisters they leave behind. Memories are forever, they say. This must be true.The devil may lick the hot air, sending it's raging fury in orange red flames, soaring with angry fingertips, touching all around it. But, GOD sends his army - an army of firefighters to quell the rage of the devil. The alarm bells sound, the firefighter knows the time has come.GOD knows some may fall by the side of the road; consumed by the ravaged evil of the flames. But, they suffer not. GOD sees to it that the angels bring a respite of cool embraces to carry the brave firefighter to heaven upon angels' wings. High above the fury of flames, 19 firefighters curse the devil with all their might. To heaven they are bound. Their loved ones left behind. "Cry if you must", they utter with a whisper. "I have not left you forever. We will meet again. We shall share an embrace". The devil never wins these torched battles. GOD sees to it that the land is reborn; green grass, trees, flowers all return to blanket the ash-laden ground. The memory of 19 brave souls are also reborn...as angels in heaven, forever watching their brother and sister firefighters. "We will meet again, my friends. We will meet again."

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